Sunday brings something
sinful to me, something simple, something slight.
lacking luster, lacking delight.
i wonder if, the pain will cover me-
in waves again.
Sunday brings something,
sinful to me, a strange empty, a feeling
which mocks the freedom, the freedom of everything,
as solitude rings into my ears. Something does
not feel right today, something feels like,
a slender thread tied to a disaster.
Pain comes in oceans, it comes in waves, it feels sharp
like broken glass or little shark-teeth, as the window brings the light.
Life feels strange, as a dog scratches, at my door again.
Life feels like something sinful,
something shocking but so hard,
to really remember,
the de ja vu,
have i been here before? Have i heard this before? A dream, which surpasses,
in a flash of light without magic mirrors
without black smoke
in a passing state of…